Terrible night's sleep. Woke up at 4. Couldn't decide whether to get up and log on and work or go back to sleep. Ended up lying around panicking and crying and doing neither for ages before managing to get a fitful hour or two of sleep a little later.
Woke up, felt shit. Forced myself to eat breakfast.
Went to work. Same as ever. So much urgent stuff overruling what I'm actually supposed to be working on. Potentially they needed someone to stay late tonight. I said I couldn't. In my head I thought
for my mental health. I don't need the overtime money and I certainly don't need the stress and I do need the time alone and the rest.
Busy all day. Skipped lunch. Pulled in every direction.
Everyone started going home and their reasons were all so much more concrete than mine - newbie so can't do the work alone anyway, heavily pregnant, anniversary, "got plans". Ended up staying an hour and a half. Good intentions and all that. Still felt shit for leaving when I did.
Home now. Bought a bunch of ready meals at the weekend on
@LurkingAnnie's advice. Going to put one in in a min and try to eat and drink something and watch the match and hope bae's face gets plenty of airtime.
Made it through another day. Yay.